Description
Born in Kentucky, Sherry was raised in the small town of Fairdale, a suburb of Louisville. Since eloping with her now-husband in Tennessee in the wee hours of the morning on December 30, 1980, Sherry has lived in Kentucky, California, South Carolina, Michigan, Wisconsin, Virginia, Connecticut, Rhode Island, and Pennsylvania. Living in different areas and meeting new people from vastly different regions has been a unique gift she is grateful for. Sherry and her husband have three children and nine grandchildren. She is also the proud "mom" of Murdoc, a standard poodle, and three rescue kitties. Sherry writes fiction under the name Sherry A. Burton Sherry got her start in writing by pledging to write a happy ending to a good friend who was going through some really tough times. The story surprised her by taking over and practically writing itself. What started off as a way to make her friend smile started her on a journey that would forever change her life. Sherry readily admits to hearing voices and is convinced that being married to her best friend for thirty-nine plus years goes a long way in helping her write happily-ever-afters. Sherry is currently working on the fifth historical fiction book in her Orphan Train Saga. Sherry currently resides in Michigan's thumb and spends most of her time writing from her home office, and traveling to book signing events, and speaking at schools and other venues on The history of the Orphan Trains.
Features & Highlights
- Call it a premonition. Call it intuition. Call it anything you like, but Pennsylvania State Trooper Jerry McNeal simply thinks of it as “that feeling.”
- That feeling may come on without warning, so intense he can’t breathe.Or, it may be a gentle nag that pulls at him until he decides to do something about it. He never quite knows what “it” is until he gets there, but when he arrives, he always knows he’s found what he is looking for.During one of the biggest snowstorms of the year, Trooper McNeal feels that familiar stir. An unease that grows with each flake that falls. Its intensity pulls at him until Jerry has no choice but to venture out onto the treacherous roads, following an invisible pull that grips at his very soul.Tonight, that feeling is going to take Trooper McNeal into a blizzard when the streets are supposed to be empty to save a life that would have otherwise been lost.Only tonight, Trooper McNeal is not going alone…
